i used to be unbroken,

Mended daily by prayer,

spoken softly with hands that felt,

lips that spoke, and

a heart that soared.

reaching for a trace of that memory,

recalled by innocence,

sought,

blinded by distortion,

eaten by frivolity,

take, take, take

cease the unrelenting torture,

hold still the trembling, wait

time will peace keep,

down, and up as direction can go.